As I parked my car next to the curb in front of my house and climbed out, a man I'd never seen before walked past me on the sidewalk. He stopped and made conversation: hellohowareyou, fine, howareyoudoing?, nothing unusual for this part of the country. But then he pointed to the house next door (the one with the giant smiley face painted on it and a fleet of used Volkswagens parked in its yard) and asked, "Is that where you live?" "Um, no," I responded, without offering further information. Then he pointed to my house. "So is that where you stay?" "Uh, yes." "Yeah, I thought so. I knew it was one of those," he said and continued on his way. "Well, have a good day," he called.
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I miss the predictions that involved house-cleaning robots and Jetson-style conveyor belts. This I don't want to be around for.
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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author [my husband] taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 |
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